Prologue
Exordium
When the evil emerges It will be hidden by
the light of fire
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+++Inquisitorial Records.+++
+++Level Ebony Clearance.+++
+++52 Years ago +++
+++On The Arctic Planet Of Kylle+++
Captain Lykran watched in horror as Both the
child and Syakotus fell to their deaths in
the coldness of the icy water. He watch how
the Crimson Fist Captain Syakotus kept a
firm grip hugging the child close to his
chest until both were fully consumed by the
icy water. He then looked up to see the
Emperors Children slowly emerge from the
tree line. It was also at that moment he saw
or rather witnessed something amazing his
attention was drawn by more bolter fire
chatting from within the woods Lykran
watched in amazement The Emperors Children
fell to their deaths the onslaught was quick
and without remorse and over within seconds,
all had been slain. Then he watched a hooded
figure emerged from the tree line. The
warrior looked like an Astartes himself with
a cloak covering the centre of his body, and
a hood covering his face. Yet the ceramite
of his legs and arms were coloured black and
decorated with flames and human bones pasted
to the front of his legs.
One thing Lykran did notice was for a
fleeting moment he saw the warriors eyes
glow yellow, and then the warrior bowed his
head in acknowledgement of the Deathwatch
Captain.
Lykran returned the favour watching the
warrior watching him clenching some kind of
staff in his hand.
The Gun Cutter began to rise up from the
lake and into the gentle snow falling sky
yet Lykran kept his gaze on the strange
hooded figure for as long as he could.
"Who or what was that." Asked Merrik.
Lykran didn't answer keeping his gaze on the
now distant woods until he had to close the
hatch once the Cutter entered higher orbit
of Kylle moments before its main thrusters
opened up.
Segeant Ivan of the Ultramarines approached
both Lykran and the Karskin sergeant Merrik.
"I've seen them before. They come and kill
the Imperial enemies then as quickly as they
arrived they disappear leaving no trace. And
that'll explain the unusual fusion trail."
Ivan explained to the Karskin.
"Consider yourself lucky today that you
lived to witness them." Ivan finished.
Lykran entered the cockpit of the Gun
Cutter. "We need to go to New Ryans World
before we go anywhere else."
Lorian looked up. "Why there."
"Because what I have witnessed today must be
told to Chapter Master Pedro Kantor himself.
For the deed of Syakotus has proved his
loyalty and has earned him his forgiveness
and brought honour to the Crimson Fists."
Lykran explained with a stern tone to his
voice.
"Jefferson set course for Kylle."
++++++++++
+++52 Years Ago+++
+++Black Legion Aboard Ancient Hulk
Exordium+++
"We are about to engage a Grey Knight fleet
my lord." Ectar announced looking up from
his console.
"They have not detected us either, hmmm
perhaps there is some sort of psychic shield
built within the bulkheads of the Exordium
my Lord." Arumik explained, while watching
the enormous fleet begin to come into view.
Kraken stood from his seat with one leg bent
forward glimpsing the fleet they approached.
A smile spread across his face with the
wonders of power at his command.
"You do realise we can cloak this vessel
don't you Lord Kraken." Jovik sniggered
entering the bridge bathed in the low blue
light lit up some of the shadows.
Lord Kraken stared endlessly out of the
gigantic window looking on the Grey Knight
fleet drifting above the planet Kytunious
9x3.
"Go to cloak Ectar. Jovik prepare the
forward cannons. We can destroy them before
they even know what will hit them." Kraken
laughed and he laughed loudly, his laughter
was then echoed by his bridge crew laughing
with him.+++++++
+++52 Years ago +++
+++On the arctic Planet Of Kylle+++
Rex the white Husky slowly walked across the
iced lake sniffing each step he took until
he reached the centre his fury white coat
covered in a layer of snow from the gentle
fall of flakes drifting down peacefully
hovering before landing.
There he looked into a clear ice window and
looked down to see both Syakotus and Anuska
at peace and huddled together.
The distant sound of Howling echoed from the
woods behind him. He looked to see five
wolves appear from the trees all howling to
him. He howled back and took one last look
at Syakotus and Anuska through the clear ice
window, and then turned towards the wolves
and entered the woods with them.++++++++
Two Years ago
Sector Delphus 0.9.0.1.0.9
Captain Calicus stood on the bridge of his
ship at his stand above his bridge crew of
Naval officers and Servitors. Down below
were the two adaptus Mechanicus serfs
plugged into the Ave Dementia talking to the
machine spirit easing it with some kind of
Ommnissar prayer's. Commander Dorson
occasionally looked up from his console to
check the crew were working their systems
correctly. Calicus rubbed his chin easing
his fingers through his stubble looking
across the darkly lit bridge himself. Two
days he'd been patrolling the Boras Borders
logging comets and other small activities
not worthy of his experience.
Calicus looked down at the soft chime of his
Vox channel beeping breaking the silence of
the bridge. It was his Navigator.
"Captain you should know I have heard an
echo."
Calicus looked down at the consol and picked
up the private Vox channel holder.
"What do you mean Duvvon." He said.
But before Duvvon could reply a light lit up
the darkness of the bridge forcing Calicus
and his crew to momentarily shield their
eyes.
"I believe my echo has been revealed."
Duvvon finished.
Calicus looked up at the large window which
looked out across the stars, he stood
surprised to witness what appeared to be a
tear in the very fabric of Space. It was
times like this Calicus remembered why he
hated those that could look upon the warp.
"Captain The Holy Diablo has reported
another vessel signature." Dorson said
looking up at the tear for himself.
The crew watched a tear become a large hole
opening up with a more intense light
becoming brighter and then darker followed
by a strike of lightening emerge and hit the
side of the holy Diablo across the port
side.
"What the hell is that abomination."
Commander Dorson muttered allowed.
"Send a signal to the main fleet. Tell them
we're going to need assistance with
immediate effect." Calicus ordered looking
across at his Com officer.
The Comm. officer looked up from his consol
with a face whiter than paper and lips as
grey as stone.
"Sir I can't get a long ranged signal." He
said barely able to hide the shake in his
voice.
Calicus looked down at the young ensign and
back at the view before them.
"Launch a buoy distress." He then said still
watching the tear outside.
"Man At arms ready forward batteries and
have shield capability at one hundred
percent."
"I sir." Came the stoic reply.
Looking on at the large Hulk that drifted
slowly from the hole towards his frigate the
Ave Dementia.
The sheer size was admirable if anything and
the sight also filled Calicus's stomach with
a tingle of fear. He bit the effort to vomit
down. After all he was ship Captain and
should not show his fear before his
subordinates, despite the tears of sweat
appear at his forehead.
"Captain you should begin a withdrawal."
Duvvon suddenly spoke out through the vox
line.
"Begin a reversal of our main engines. But
move us back slowly lets not antagonise that
bastard. Just in case." Calicus took a deep
gulp.
"We're certainly in no state to take that
thing on." Dorson added.
Calicus nodded and turned to the con
officer.
"Mr Roddle will you take the wheel and steer
us slowly on a vector back to a safe
setting." Dorson said softly.
"I, I sir."
Another streak of lighten emerged from the
large hole and slammed across the bow of the
Holy Diablo again, only this time the strike
ripped the Holy Diablos hull apart and
creating a burst of flames which began back
drafting their way to the inner levels of
the vessel. Calicus and Dorson with most of
the Bridge crew watched in horror their
fellow frigate and crew ripped apart and
disintegrated across the darkness, leaving
only smouldering chunks of metal and
bulkheads to drift endlessly.
"Report." Calicus ordered looking down at
his adepts below his stand after witnessing
the event.
"Sir the Rebound she's breached I've
received reports of explosions all across
her decks. Commander Elliot claims the
bridge is in flames and they cannot maintain
control."
"She's dead in space boy." Dorson bellowed
out while they watched two more streaks of
lightening emerge from the hole and
disintegrate the Rebound in a ball of
flames.
"Sir." Another of the crew called out.
"Yes girl what is it." Calicus replied.
"Look sir look." The young female ensign
bellowed across the bridge.
The Captain watched the vessel fully form in
the known darkness that surrounded them and
watched in sheer horror as the vessel looked
to be turning to face his frigate. Followed
by three other ships. Then he realised the
other three were attacking the larger hulk,
firing forward cannons and missiles into the
thing. He looked on to see the three
attacking vessels were not Imperial nor
Xenos but more the mark of fear. The ships
seemed to be coloured blue with streaks of
lightening pasted to their hulls. And with
that he noticed the Bat wing shaped icons
across their fronts. Suddenly the larger
vessel broke free from the tear and turned
towards the Ave Dementia.
"Open fire on that thing before it takes us
out." Suddenly Calicus was thrown from his
feet from a shock that had rocked the Ave
Dementia throwing himself and his crew to
the floor. A Second later the Bridge ignited
in an array of flames dancing across the
floor. Followed by bouts of smoke and
falling pipes from over head.
Calicus rose back to his feet.
"Open fire." He bellowed above the
screeching of the alarms.
A second shockwave through the crew from
their feet followed by more of the ceiling
crashing down onto the bridge crew. Calicus
watched as a large pipe came down and pierce
its way through Commander Dorson's stomach
and burst out of his back with a piece of
his spine.
"Dammit get us out of here." Calicus
bellowed without thinking to hide the fear
in his tone.
At that moment he then looked out and read
the word on the side of the Moving Space
Hulk.
"Oh my holy Emperor save us." He muttered,
moments before a final strike of lightening
took his ship the Ave Dementia apart,
leaving the one word etched on his retinas
before he died with the final explosion.
That word was Exordium.
Three Months Ago
Secundas Prime Of The Scintillian Sector
Four tall hooded figures covered by black
sackcloth cloaks walked slowly through the
long halls of the main Cathedral followed by
tall shadows that hung behind from the
bright light outside shining through the
windows. The four were covered from head to
foot their faces hidden from the shadows of
their hoods, the cloaks drooped down to
their feet with a slight trail from the rear
as they slowly walked. The hall was long
with large tall pillars reaching up to the
tall arched ceiling above. The floor was
made from a light cream marble. Across each
side large arched windows let in the light
that beamed across the floor. Each of the
windows had a mosaic of angels and saint's
decorated across the glass.
The cloaked stranger that led the group
passed each window looking on with a
disinterest until he reached the far end of
the long and narrow hallway. Two large metal
doors lay open leading into a larger more
dense hall filled with balcony's and row up
on row of book shelves. The doors had
Librarium Secundas written across the sides
The leader entered and stepped onto a golden
coloured lift that took him and his three
companions up to the highest balcony. Once
at the top they exited the lift and slowly
walked in unison to the far end. The leader
was interested in the history section. Once
there he stopped and glanced at the dust
covered folded charts. He reached for one
with his hand reveal a dark red armoured
fist, and pulled the thick roll from the
shelf. He turned to a table by the banister
and laid the roll in the centre then opened
it out spreading the star chart across the
table He bent forwards to blow the dust away
then looked closely at the chart leaving
both his dark red armoured hands pressed
down on the edges of the chart.
From behind the four a small man appeared
dressed in a green silk gown with a face of
mature years. He adjusted the specs over his
eyes to look at the four cloaked strangers.
In return he felt their eyes looking back at
him with faces hidden under their black
hoods.
"Can I be of assistance to you gentlemen?"
The man asked.
"We don't usually get your types in here."
He furthered the conversation by adjusting
his glasses again and wiping the brow of his
puffed out face.
"We have found what it is we are looking
for. Your assistance is not required." The
leader replied in an emotionless voice.
"You do realise you cannot remove any of the
charts from the Librarium Secundas don't
you." The adept explained.
"Because of their age they tend to be
delicate and its ruled they are to remain
within these walls."
"I'm afraid to say we'll be taking this
particular chart with us it's important in
aiding ourselves to a place in that
particular region." The leader replied.
"What? No, no you cannot remove the charts
from here. They are far too old to be
allowed to leave the Librarium Secundas let
alone off world." The adept stopped and
thought for a second.
The leader turned away from the shelf to
look down from the balcony; they were rather
high and close to the arched ceiling. He
moved back from the edge and began to pass
the adept followed by his three companions.
"I say again you cannot remove the workings
from this Librarium. You may only glimpse it
within this domain." The adept said again,
while wiping his chubby cheeks.
The leader stopped and turned back to the
tubby man so as he could lean forwards and
did so, forcing the Adept to back off
slightly as he placed his hooded face into
the adepts. The chubby adept went white once
he caught a glimpse of the tall mans face of
pale flesh with blood shot eyes.
"I will say this only once little man. This
chart is to accompany us. You will not halt
our departure. Accept my word we will slay
any who oppose us and This I give my word by
the name of the Emperor." The leader said
through gritted teeth.
The Adept squeamed at the voice that spoke
to him. But also knew that theft was theft.
So with due effect he removed a small
communicator from his silk robe.
"Security to lock 22567 Alpha C. We have a
thief and associates trying to remove a book
from our history workings." The adept said
speaking through the small com box.
The Leader reached a hand out and grabbed
the fat little man by the neck and yanked
him from his feet. He then continued to lift
him above the balcony. The adept began to
thrash his small legs about.
"Wha"¦t are you doing. This is treachery." He
mumbled through the tight grip.
The leader released his hold of the adept's
neck and watched the fat little man scream
to his death on the marble floor below.
From below an armed guard looked up at the
four hooded intruders.
"You there. Stop."
The four companions ignored the man and
began to move off venturing back to the
golden lift and descended to the ground
below to be greeted by armed guards holding
Auto pistols out straight and pointed at
their heads.
the four strangers revealed their bolt
pistols and their dark red armoured hands
holding them and opened fire on the guards
killing them within seconds. Not one guard
had been able to fire a single shot. The
strangers went to exit the Librarium
Secundas. Followed by more Librarium guards
in tow who we still firing their guns
towards the Librarium exit.
The leader removed a vox box from beneath
his black sackcloth cloak.
"Captain Lyon here. We require
teleportation."
Within the blink of an eye the four cloaked
strangers were gone leaving more guards with
auto pistols held out aiming at nothing.
Chapter One
Cometh The Darkness.
At every corner of the known galaxy there
is darkness waiting
The question of that darkness is who
controls the events to unfold.
The Planet New Bern
Present Day Date 049.955.M41
Inquisitor Ivan McGregor stood on the cliffs
looking down at the green valley below with
the wind blowing through him, leaving a
relaxing chill across his face. His long
black leather coat flapped back and fourth
with each guzzle, occasionally revealing the
Bolt pistol holstered at his hip. Across the
back of his coat the I symbol had been
painted in red with a skull over the centre.
And his long sword hung strapped to the back
in its golden scabbard. McGregor's hair was
short and spiked on top and completely
shaven across the back and sides. His skin
was smooth giving him the appearance of a
man in his early forties. Yet his bright
blue eyes told he was much older than forty.
The sky was bright blue with few clouds, and
the sun shone high as though it was a beacon
in the light. Behind the Inquisitor stood
Magna attired in a black leather body glove
tightly fit to her perfect body. Two blades
lay sheathed in their silver scabbards
across her back. She was bold apart from a
long red haired pony tail tied tightly in a
lock at the top her scalp. Her face was that
of a women in her late twenties. Behind her
two men stood holding their combat shotguns
one handed barrels facing the floor Both
were attired in long coats black and
drooping down to their feet. The one with
short hair Troy was the younger he also wore
the symbol of the Inquisition across his
shoulders Tory was an Interrogator. The
other was an ex guard veteran and older
Dillon aged in his mid forties. Behind them
stood another warrior armed in camouflaged
clothing and held a long sniper Rifle. The
mans name was Lucas he was a sniper born on
Catachan and damned good with a long ranged
gun. He wore green paint across his face
with black stripes running down.
McGregor turned to face his companions
taking his bolt pistol from the holster at
his hip.
"Lucas take up a spotter position and cover
our trail. Shall we." He said gesturing to
his team.
Lucas took up position behind a group of
small rocks and gently rested his old but
reliable long las and peered down the scope.
McGregor led the other three down the cliffs
and into the green fields that lay a head of
them. The four walked slowly with the
assassin Magna walking at McGregors side the
other two slowly strolled behind shot gun
barrels facing the ground as they walked
with their coats flapping up and down in the
wind. After a while McGregor stopped and
took put his scope to glimpse ahead. The
digital reader scanned the area they were
headed and revealed nothing other than small
rodents. And a series of tree's ahead. The
group set off towards the trees and slowly
strode through them.
"It's a good day today Magna." He said
turning slightly towards the young assassin.
Magna didn't reply she just smiled as she
followed the Inquisitor through the trees
and into the long grass at the other end of
the small woods. The grass was waist high
and morphed like an ocean under the power of
the wind. Troy stepped up to the Inquisitors
side once he'd stopped again. The group to a
glimpse of five figures ahead. Troy removed
the auspex from his long coat and took a
reading.
Suddenly and without warning a volley of
bolter shells flew past the group forcing
them to drop to their knees using the long
grass for cover. Dillon slowly crept
forwards holding his shot gun aimed forwards
to attack the first target. Magna the
assassin drifted off out of site from the
group within the grass.
"Mercenaries?" Troy questioned.
"Not with that fire power. Bolter rounds
plus look at their size." McGregor explained
while remaining hidden.
"Then Astartes." Troy grimaced.
McGregor took the hilt of his power sword
and switched the energy of the blade on
waiting for the attackers to close in on his
position.
Magna was the first to engage the giants.
She reappeared from behind the last both
blades drawn leaping high into the air. The
blue armoured warrior turned to acknowledge
her turning about with his bolter. Magna's
foot slammed hard into the bare face of the
warrior knocking his head back. As she came
back down Magna brought her first blade to
bare slicing through the blue armoured
warriors neck forcing him to bend forwards
from pain she landed both feet down bringing
her second blade about and sliced through
the giants neck decapitating his helmed head
from the shoulders. The warriors headless
body dropped to the knees with a fountain of
black and red blood spraying across the
grass. Magna disappeared as fast as she'd
appeared.
Both Troy and Dillon rose to height from the
grass pausing a moment to glimpse their
attackers. The four remaining warriors were
wearing a dark blue armour with lightening
painted across the blue. Two of them were
helmless revealing the sheet white skin and
black beady eyes. The two also had shaven
heads apart from the long red haired
ponytails tied at their tops centre.
Dillon was the first to fire three shots
burst from his shotgun leaving a ringing
tingle running through his ears from the
sound. The shots impacted across the first
ones shoulder forcing his to stumble back.
Troy followed suit and fired at the next
hitting him square on in the chest. The
remaining two took aim and fired. But Troy
and Dillon had dropped below the grass
again. The first wounded one took a firm
hold of his chain axe and swung it through
the grass knocking Dillon from his feet. The
warrior glimpsed his chance and took the axe
with both hands above his head and swung
down towards Dillon. McGregor swung his
power sword out blocking the axe from
slaying his companion.
Using all his strength McGregor forced the
brute back and plunged the blade through the
warriors face splitting the bare headed
giants skull into two.
Troy rose up and took another shot at the
warrior he'd wounded then dashed through the
grass dodging the bolter fire from the other
two Traitor Astartes as he ran. Dropping
down to face the downed Astartes he placed
his shot gun into the helmed face and pulled
the trigger back. The warriors helmet split
apart and the fleshed head behind combust
into a shower of flesh and bone. Troy turned
to witness another close in to his position
bolter aimed at his face. Thankfully to his
relief Magna has also predicted the warriors
movement and snuck up from behind and
decapitated him. The remaining warrior
turned his gun on Magna watching as she
turned to face him, he smiled. She knew the
same as he did. Her time was up. Magna
closed her eyes and braced for death, she
head the shot and waited for the impact.
After a few seconds she realised it wasn't
coming. Opening her eyes she watched the
Traitor Astartes drop face down with the
back of his bare head missing.
"Keep smiling pretty." Lucas said speaking
through the com bead in her ear. She looked
up towards the cliffs and smiled for the
sniper.
Troy helped Dillon to his feet and turned to
face McGregor.
"Any clue as to who they were." He asked.
McGregor sheathed his sword switching the
power energy off then holstered his Bolt
pistol.
"Yeah by their markings I'd say they were
Night Lords. And their numbers would
suggest this was only a mere scouting party.
I suggest we make a swift withdrawal it
won't be long before they're missed. And I
think its time we called in for some serious
back up before continuing with our
Investigation here." McGregor said.
"I assume we've come to a conclusion with
our investigation here." Troyed asked
reloading his shotgun.
McGregor smiled.
He tapped the comm. bead in his ear. "Banda
have the cutter pick us up asap would you."
The Inquisitor turned back to face the long
field ahead.
"I think we can Troy since we've discovered
a force of Night Lords here its only fair to
say the Exorium won't be far behind. But its
pointless continuing without further aide."
"Do you have anyone in mind Inquisitor?"
Troy asked.
"Yes I do Admiral Carson whom I believe is
still stationed in this very sector. And I
think it's time we called in Captain
Tiberius and a Deathwatch team."
Three Days Later. Date 052.955.M41
Orbit Of Planet New Bern
Fleet Admiral Joseph Carson stood alone in
his private and luxurious quarters by his
large window, though the lighting in the
room was low leaving barely a dot of bright;
he still made out his reflection looking
straight back at himself. In his hand he
held a fine glass of amesac, a delicacy he
rather enjoyed. He admired his handsome
features a men of good years yet his face
retained his good looks. He wore his Dark
Blue Uniform with pride, and admired his
golden collar and should pads with their red
tassels drooping down. His belt had been
fastened tight keeping his muscular features
in tact. The belt was thick and held a
holster Plasma Pistol made from a golden
metal.
Hanging from his straight lips balancing
lightly was his half smoke cigar, another
luxury he enjoyed, a ranks privilege.
Looking past the reflection Carson stirred
endlessly at the planet New Bern with such
curiosity.
New Bern once held a high population and a
well fortified station and planetary defence
system. Casrson's small flotilla had arrived
just over two hours ago by the request of
the Inquisition and which in itself was an
order that could not be ignored. What was
once the defence system drifted in fragments
destroyed and lifeless. And yet here he was
looking down at the empty globe below. He'd
been ordered to remain hidden by the third
moon orbiting New bern until the arrival of
an Inquisitor and told New bern was under
investigation three days ago. Still he
waited wondering why this had happened,
there had been no sign of Xenos activity in
the area nor had there been any unusual warp
energy logged around the planet.
Carson took another sip of his fine amesac
and puffed on his large cigar, letting the
smoke drift across his quarters leaving that
taste and scent of tobacco lingering.
His attention was suddenly broke by the
chimes of his Com ringing disturbing his
silence. He took another puff of smoke
placed his glass at his tables edge and
answered the Wall mounted Com.
"Speak." He said.
"Sir the Maelstrom is approaching. We've
received a communiqué that Inquisitor
McGregor wishes to board the Harbinger. Sir
shall I grant that request." Came the reply.
"Yes of course. Send my regards and escort
the Inquisitor to my private briefing room
would you, once he boards." Carson explained
then switched the Com off.
He took another puff of tobacco then stubbed
the fat cigar out in his glass. The cigar
went out with a slight sizzle.
+++
Admiral Carson sat at the far end of his
long oak wooded Conference table centred in
the Admirals command Briefing room. The
chairs were cushioned with a black leather
dull to the eye yet comfortable enough to
snooze away in. Across the right wall was
the long window that stretched from the
doorway to the rooms other exit. Carson
often liked sitting alone in the dark room
looking on at the stars or nearby planets
and their moons. Today however his view was
that of the Inquisitorial Cruiser Maelstrom.
The vessel had few lights and fewer
decorations with the exception of the giant
"I" Symbol across the front hull.
Carson looked up at the low blue lights that
barely illuminated the long briefing room.
At the narrow tables centre stood the
Admirals finest wines with a series of
crystal glasses.
Carson heard the hiss of the tall metallic
doors opening. He rose to his feet to greet
the Inquisitor. As the door opened he felt
slight tremors on the ground from behind his
guest.
The Inquisitor was attired in a long black
leather coat with the "I" symbol painted
across the back. The agent's shoulders were
covered in small shoulder pads coloured
gold. Just below his neck line he wore his
Inquisitorial "I" rosette with pride. Over
his short to shaven hair he wore a black
trilby with a skull and cross buckled to the
centre. Carson noted the golden bolt pistol
at the mains hip nicely holstered in a suede
casing.
Behind the Inquisitor a women in a black
leather body glove followed her curves were
perfect and desirable the Admiral mused to
himself. Her face was one of a young woman.
She wore a long red ponytail tied tightly
and platted neatly at the centre of her
cleanly shaven scalp. Behind her another
approached only this warrior made the ground
tremble slightly with each step. Carson
stepped back once he'd recognised the size
of an Astartes warrior.
The giant was attired in his plate armour
coloured black with his left arm coloured a
dark metallic silver. The warrior if
anything was intimidating to look up on. He
wore his helmet letting the yellow glow from
his forbidding eyes. But it was the symbol
that created the wrenching through the
admirals stomach. Across his right shoulder
pad a set of wings with a single drop of
blood pasted over a red background told the
Admiral this warrior was of the Blood
Angels.
"Don't be afraid of Tiberius Admiral he's
rather content. Well he is as long as your
no Xenos." Inquisitor McGregor laughed
gesturing the Admiral to take his own seat
again.
The warrior stood by the door and yet still
the Admiral felt those yellow eyes glaring
at him constantly.
"Admiral we've much to discuss. Do you
mind." McGregor said taking a cup of wine
for himself and pouring one for the Admiral.
"Yes, yes of course. Can I ask what it is
you intend to find here." Carson asked
taking a sip of his wine.
"It's not a matter of what I intend to find
more of what my investigation has led me to
discover." McGregor explained.
Carson noticed the young lustrous woman
stood firmly behind the Inquisitor, she
stood motionless and expressionless.
"I see. And what is it you want from my
battle cruiser?" Carson asked, taking
another swig of his fine wine.
McGregor also took a sip and then swelled
the blue liquid around the glass, he always
loved that warm feeling that soothed its way
down his throat.
"Well Admiral my investigation brings me to
what I'm beginning to suspect and you'll
most likely be engaged in a bloody battle.
However. For the moment Your presence here
is mainly to remain in orbit. My Deathwatch
need no assistance from yourself. I've
discovered that New Bern is harbouring the
traitor Astartes Night Lords" McGregor
explained with a slight of a thrown across
his face.
"I see Have they not detected yourself in
the time you've been here." Carson replied.
"Not as I can recall we vacated New bern
three days ago and have laid wait of the
first moon." McGregor returned, while rising
to his feet.
"I'll return shortly Admiral for the time
been keep your sensors scanning for more
arrivals non Imperial should anything
approach New bern your orders are to engage
with full force of aggression." He finally
said before exiting from the room.
Carson watched the three leave with a sigh
of relief he finished his blue wine. And
slouched back into the comfort of his seat
and swivelled to face the stars outside.
+++
"Have you a team ready Captain Tiberius?"
McGregor asked as the three of them returned
to the small shuttle to return back to the
Maelstrom.
"I have Inquisitor. We are ready for
immediate departure." Tiberius said with a
deep and dark tone.
Chapter 2
Descent
Only the The Ferral Beast can draw
strength from the inner sanctum of his
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